One makes little altars repeatedly
I drop my weight into a chair
At the desk
Amazed by the violins and their particles
And the quiet color of my clothes
Every picture that comes to me
Is a derangement
Place from place
A pellucid cry across the barren Easter
The pointless stroll through the city
The wheels of grief complete
And our hands follow our eyes
Skimming upon the circles of the altars.
George Eklund has published in numerous journals over the past years while teaching on the writing faculty at Morehead State University in eastern Kentucky. He has two book length projects forthcoming in 2017: a translation of Mario Bohorquez’s El deseo postergado (The Delayed Desire) with Valparaiso Ediciones USA, and a bi-lingual volume of his own poems, En los brazos de la niebla (In the Arms of the Fog) due out from Simiente Ediciones, Morales, Mexico.